I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake, <br />Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering white; <br />The North unfolds above them clinging, creeping night, <br />The East her hidden joy before the morning break, <br />The West weeps in pale dew and sighs passing away, <br />The South is pouring down roses of crimson fire: <br />O vanity of Sleep, Hope, Dream, endless Desire, <br />The Horses of Disaster plunge in the heavy clay: <br />Beloved, let your eyes half close, and your heart beat <br />Over my heart, and your hair fall over my breast, <br />Drowning love's lonely hour in deep twilight of rest, <br />And hiding their tossing manes and their tumultuous feet.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-bids-his-beloved-be-at-peace/
